I was in 6th grade when our high school opened up a volleyball clinic. I wasn't planning on actually attending, but after giving it some thought and persuasiveness from my friends, I ended up going. All was well until the third week. As always, we started out with warm-ups and then split up into teams. Unfortunately, while playing, our teammate hit the ball so hard it went over to the other side. Since I was the closest, I went to go get it. That is when I met Coach Tom. We started talking and he commented on my skills in volleyball which I believed to be horrible. At first he seemed like a cool coach.

Soon after, he started coming to my house and taking me to volleyball games. After a while I got tired of it, and tried to make up any excuse in order to not go. I wasn't successful and told my parents how uncomfortable I felt. My mom immediately took my side, my dad however, thought it was nothing and that I was overreacting. He became like a stalker and I was scared to be around him.

By this time, Coach Tom was already freely coming to my house as if it was his own, and treating me as if he "owned" me. My dad, finally began to believe me. After one volleyball game, he started to ask personal questions and wouldn't let me leave his car until I had answered all of them...He said one day he would invite me to dinner along with my sister and that I couldn't refuse. He promised it "would be fun".

 Now when I tell this story I laugh along with it, for there were a few hilarious moments, but shiver at the thought of what could have happened If I hadn't stopped it.

One day during the weekend I was sitting in my room watching Spongebob, still in my jammies. My parents were out and the only one home was my grandmother. The doorbell rang, and not expecting anyone, I opened it. At this time I thanked my Dad for putting up a glass screen door before the wooden one. It was Coach Tom on his orange bicycle. Looking the other way, he didn't see me so I quickly shut the door. I guess he had heard because he began to look through the window and bang on the door. I quickly ran under the table and hid. I heard my grandmother coming down the stairs and yelled in a whisper to not come down. That very same day he left a note with flowers and 2 cd's. I never did play the cd's and the flowers were thrown away.

After that I didn't see him for a while until summer vacation started. Because our school had a big track field, my sister, and our friends would go jogging there occasionally. I suddenly began to get a weird feeling that told me something was going to happen, but I decided to ignore it anyway and stopped by the entrance to take a break for a while. Shifting my gaze over, I saw someone riding up in an orange bicycle. Immediately I closed my eyes and thought 'Crap. Not again.' I quickly got up and smiled, waiting anxiously for my sister to save me once she noticed. Coach Tom began chatting about some "respect" and volleyball..Although I don't remember much since I wasn't really paying any attention to him anyway. Finally when my sister came, she began to argue with him and he began throwing nasty remarks at her calling her a slut, and some other not very nice words :/

I swear if I hadn't been feeling all queezy, I would have punched the crap out of that guy. I hated my sister sometimes, but only I could talk about her. Who the hell did he think he was? Thankfully, my sister began putting on her dramatic act due to the great actress that she is and attracted much attention which caused him to flee.

That was the last time I saw him. However, not the last time I heard from him.

A week later I was out with two of my friends. We were walking around town when it started getting late and we went to my house. One of them left early but we received a call from her about 15 minutes later. She sounded panicky and scared. We asked her what happened and she had told us that the Coach had came to her house. He had threatened her that this would not be the last time she would hear from him and to make sure I knew I would be seeing him soon. That night I did not sleep, for I was scared about what he had meant. The next day we finally decided to go to our counselor. We told her everything. Oh and some advice, never trust them, they really don't keep anything a secret. .. -_____- . She definitely seemed to think it was serious and told the principle who called the police, who called a few other investigators who called child abuse units. For the next month, everyday we were sent down to the office to re-tell the same story to every new face each day. They would scribble something in their notepad, ask a question, and scribble some more. It was much more serious than I had expected but now I am happy I did what I did or who knows what he might have done.

After it was all over, they told me he denied of even knowing me, not to mention actually coming to my house. I wanted to tell them I didn't lie, he was the liar but it didn't matter. They promised he would never show up again, and I was happy with that. Whatever else happened to him I don't know, and I rather not.